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I knew Hot then , as now I know , The sufferings bf those men of woe , Driven by the creed-imposing foe To wastes forlorn , To haunts the more fastidious roe
Had left with scorn . The ennobling thoughts I knew not then , Which thrill the hearts of Scottish men , When , morn or eve , from hill or glen , The plover's call Speaks of their fathers * dark days , when Heaven was their all .
How oft ( they think ) as gloaming fell , And the mist gather'd , o'er the dell , That solemn whistle mingled well With dying day , And with the deep low sounds that tell Where the brave pray !
I see them now , beside the wave That brawls by many a martyr's grave ! In yon deep glen , from many a cave And lair they stand , The emaciate , but devoted Brave , With sword in hand .
Listening they stand—the living words Touch every manly heart ' s fine chords : Then full upswells their Desert-Lord ' s Soul-breathing praise , While their pale eyes out-gleam their swords Through evening ' s haze .
Oh Liberty Divine ! can we Dare , suffer , risk too much for thee ? But for thy bright ascendancy , Would not Man ' s years A cloud without a rainbow be , All gloom and tears ?
But where anv I ? Far , far away , Lies the lov'd land of burn and brae The variegated hedge-row spray Comes back once more , The chattering race , the gentle day , Even as before .